I dunno. My mom seems to enjoy it as did my late father. I'm sure getting whipped into a rage by "credentialed" people who validate your hatred of a particular bombastic boor as being more than just petty and even escalate that to "you are actually a hero for hating this man because he is existential evil", it has got to provide a kind o…
I dunno. My mom seems to enjoy it as did my late father. I'm sure getting whipped into a rage by "credentialed" people who validate your hatred of a particular bombastic boor as being more than just petty and even escalate that to "you are actually a hero for hating this man because he is existential evil", it has got to provide a kind of cheap dopamine rush or something. Between the hate and rage and sense of moral superiority.
I dunno. My mom seems to enjoy it as did my late father. I'm sure getting whipped into a rage by "credentialed" people who validate your hatred of a particular bombastic boor as being more than just petty and even escalate that to "you are actually a hero for hating this man because he is existential evil", it has got to provide a kind of cheap dopamine rush or something. Between the hate and rage and sense of moral superiority.
"My mom seems to enjoy it as did my late father."
I'm not judgy. I wish I'd picked Thunderbird, or Old Cesspool Bourbon. I should've aimed lower.
But, then again, De gustibus non est disputandum, I always say. L'Chayim!